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A part of her wanted to run. To leave the pond behind and to never speak of the instances that had occurred here. Fighting the various monsters had been one thing, but as she relived the instance within her mind over and over, Aoi knew that she couldn’t place her action down as a simple means of survival. The necessity taken in order to defeat whatever was attacking her, and to come out victorious and alive. They were defenceless and on the ground. I could have walked away. I could have left. Why…? Something in her had shifted, a change in her entire view of the game and the world around

Aoi stared down at the figure for a time, trying to determine what she was expected to do. She knew that the test was continuing onwards, that her next choice would determine something within the boundaries of the quest, and yet she found herself entirely uncertain about what to do now. The quest continues so long as I’m trapped here with the Gemini. Freedom cannot be found while the Gemini lives. Aoi didn’t think twice, bringing the crossbow up and flicking her wrist, watching as the bolt tore through the hood and out the other side. Seconds passed, seemingly eternal in how they hovered

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The shot had been unsuccessful, and Aoi felt her smirk drop slightly in response – but only slightly. The playful, bashful and somewhat insulting behaviour of Freyd more than brought the grin back to life as he continued his banter with the King. For a few seconds she considered angling around behind the King to attempt a shot from the rear, but even Aoi knew when to hold the line on indignant behaviour. No matter how tempting it may be. ’Lengthy, but not overly dangerous if you’re high enough in level, so it would seem…and I feel like it would go a lot faster if I wasn’t just scratching

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it's your favorite magical girl! ♡ <- previous thread: ope wide the gates! so they hide in a lighted corner where the shamblers cannot disturb and they wait for her wound to close. margaret hadn’t yet put away her weapons. outside, it’s raining. “you mind if i see that?" she tilts her head upwards and sees her partner looking curiously at the corkscrew opener. “not at all. catch.” she lightly tosses it over and hugs the other two weapons possessively close to her chest. they

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***plink*** Combat just stopped, both fighters pausing and staring down the the death knight's cod piece with the tiniest of darts sticking out awkwardly and dressing slightly to the left. As one, they both turned to face Sakura, as if in disbelief. Freyd was delighted by the sheer balls of her shot, whereas the King fumed so heavily that his wrapping looked ready to combust with a combination of rage and embarrassment. "Hey, dude. It's all good, and not like you have to worry about blushing. I'm guessing the vital juices haven't flowed in a while. Am I right?" Of course, t

"I'm going to talk about her," Lessa shot back, "because someone has to. She wouldn't want this." "She's dead. It doesn't matter what she wants." "She's dead because she wasn't protected." Her voice softened, barely audible over the floor's stormy soundtrack. "We couldn't protect her." Lilik drew in a sharp breath, her nostrils flaring, but that was the only indication that the words hit home. "My being out here isn't putting anyone at risk except myself. And I'm fine with that. I happen to like this floor." "Fine," Lessa echoed, throwing up her hands in defeat. "If all you

Any self control and dignity that Aoi had been attempting to hold onto disappeared with the words from Freyd, and the screaming rage that exploded from the helpless King. It was, in a way, saddening to see the abuse it was taking – there was no arguing that it was abuse, though the level of acceptance of it was in question. Reloading through a natural movement that had clearly been developed over time, Aoi brought the crossbow up once more, pausing as she was aiming at the King. Her expression had taken on a slightly questioning feature, and she cocked her head gently to the left as she g

"Damn it, Oscar, stop." Was her eye twitching? It felt like her eye was twitching. Without thinking, Lessa physically placed herself between Lilik and Oscar, holding her arms out ala Chris Pratt in Jurassic World. She swore she could feel the electricity humming between them, a charge not unlike grabbing the electric fences that ran the length of her family's property. Gritting her teeth against the now pounding headache, Lessa couldn't help but snarl out the words. "I did not invite you here to lay hands on my friend, regardless of how badly we both know she deserves it." "Let him,"

Mari was ready to leave then and there; things got too heated. There was that sort of dangerous electricity in the air, one you could not blame on one too many drinks. It scared her. The rejection. It was easier to just not try. “Too tarnished?” A long silence followed as he practically scoffed at her words. Then, with a single action their roles were reversed. Her hair flung out around her like a halo of fire. She would wince when he mentioned damaged goods - a term her ex had often thrown around. He loomed closer, legs either side of her- but no part of him was quite touching, sa

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Tread Closure: Freya | [Word Count: 3276/5 = 655.2] * [True Tier: 9] * [Group Factor: 1]* [Final Exp Modifier: 1.05] = 6192 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 928 col Kasumi | [Word Count: 3276/5 = 655.2] * [True Tier: 9] * [Group Factor: 1]* [Final Exp Modifier: 1.05] = 6192 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 928 col Keeping open, unsure if done right!

Jomei receives: King's Core (1) | [245847b] Blessing of the Wood (1) | [221413]

@Jomei King's Core (1) | [245847b] Blessing of the Wood (1) | [221413]

’What decision is that, exactly?’ Her voice was soft, no hatred or malice in it. Only a measure of confusion, questioning and an attempt to understand. But it didn’t necessarily convey an emotion of trust, or an acceptance of their words – if anything, it could be called prying. Whether that was noticed by the cloaked figure or not, Aoi couldn’t say for sure. ’The decisions…that ensure you keep living…even at the expense of others…the decision that ensures…you come out victorious. The ones…the ones that show you have the power to take control of this world, your part of it…to lead…to fo

Pride goeth before a fall, and this dude fell hard long ago. Wounded in the only thing keeping him from oblivion's infinite embrace, Steve hefted his only remaining and took a deep and regrettable whiff. "Yeah. Sorry to break it to you, pal, but she's right. You're absolutely rank. Like... make me want to retool my build to fight from a distance kind of rank." Another slice, this time taking up a chuck of desiccated thigh and mostly structural embalming wraps, Freyd kept taking their opponent bit by arduous bit, with a little help from afar. Except, this time the king had been wa

’I can see you thinking…considering…taking in all the information…’ The breathing had changed, more demanding on the voice than it had been seconds ago. Aoi couldn’t deny it now – whatever this thing was, it was barely holding on for life. Holding on, but quickly losing whatever grip it might have had. Aoi could already see that the thing would be finished shortly if she simply let it waste away. ’You’re trying to decide…if it’s safe to trust me…or if you should make the hard choice…the safe choice…the one that ensures you live…beyond this moment…That’s why I was sent here, you know…’ Ao

’Dangerous…but you finished…it…’ The figure slowly sat up, causing Aoi to leap to her feet in response and fumble for the firing mechanism on her crossbow. The hood remained over the figure’s features, and something about the thing’s form seemed to suggest that it was, in the moment, not looking to restart the fight by any means. ’You don’t…need that anymore…I don’t have the strength…to fight anymore. I’m finished here…whether you fire that or not…’ Aoi squinted towards the figure, noticing the wispy way that the cloak around its chest seemed to shake and move, as if suggesting that the

The arm had somehow managed to sneak its way back around and underneath Freyd, latching onto his leg in a sudden surprise attack that threw the fighter off balance – and more importantly, appeared to Aoi like some sort of hilariously poor rendition of the Night of the Dead. She found herself pausing long enough to watch with a smirk on her face as Freyd danced with the thing attached to his leg, only to stomp it into non-existence, alongside her smirk. ’I think he just wanted a hug!’ She called out suddenly, the meekness in her voice from earlier replaced by a sudden confidence that seeme

At least the strangeness wasn't one sided, Kasumi counted her blessings as she'd exhale all the tension she'd been holding onto up until now. "its ok, I'm also pretty nervous." she'd offer some shared relief poking at the one slice of cake she'd taken, another nibble of overtly sugary fudge with an upside down fork. "Well lemme see. Eruda likes clothes, and uh... Reading. She cooks a lot but not advanced stuff." It was surprisingly easier to lay out a description of someone else then herself. Spinning her finger in the water with a fork sticking out of her face, the girl takes to listening int

Darts continued to fly from a distance, peppering the undead king with a panoply of paraphernalia sticking out at odd angles. The one embedded in the gaunt fleshy remains of his throat was particularly amusing, bobbing and he stumbled about. Losing that arm had really done a number of his balance. Grinning widely beneath his cowl, Freyd instantly regretted his own cockiness as something grabbed him by the ankle. "What the... ?!" It was the arm, clutching at him despite the severity of its detachment. Throw off rhythm by the sudden grapple, Freyd's swing went wide, barely turning i

Freya twists her head locking eyes with Kasumi. It would seem that Freya was doing that thing again. Gaius got after her several of times about being so random. One time he even grabbed her by the shoulders and just told her to stop talking and breath. "I'm sorry Kasumi," saying as she slinks into the warmness. Thinking about how many topics came up in just the few minutes, the poor girl was listening to commercials on a damn radio. Taking a few minutes to breath, crossing her legs in the water as she closed her eyes. Her hands would float on top of the liquid. "Sometimes my brain goes wild an